Love Bites 8/10
There were flowers and butterflies decorating the already beautiful garden. There was even a slight drizzle under the sun, creating a soft rainbow around him. To sum it up, it was paradise. With the birds chirping and the warm sun on this face. When was the last time he felt like this? Too long for him to remember? Or maybe he had never felt this way before.
He ventured deeper into the garden, as if he was looking for something important. But what was he looking for? Suddenly feeling the sense of urgency, the need to find that missing link that seemed to pop out of nowhere. And then grass seemed to grow a little taller, trees seemed to merge together to form a wall. One tree after another, after another, after another. It felt slightly claustrophobic, the way everything closed in on him. If there wasn’t a way out then the only way was in. As he tried finding his way around, he remembered something about mazes - keep going left. If one direction led him to the centre, the other would most definitely lead him out. If this was a maze to begin with.
The chirping birds seemed to have quietened down, the light drizzle became heavier and heavier until fat droplets of rain slapped him in the face. Soon, it became a heavy downpour, the rain beating down on him and blurring his vision. He had no choice but to use his hands to feel around for things to guide him around, finally trailing against the leafy walls of the maze that came out the air. The downpour stopped all of a sudden and his vision cleared, must have been a passing shower even though the dark clouds continued to loom overhead. He tried to wring his hands dry from touching all the foliage earlier to guide him but he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Blood. The sight of it made his skin grow cold, his fingers clammy and palms sweaty, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to get out of here soon, something was really wrong with this place.
Left, he kept telling himself to go left. And he was right, it was not ling before he reached the centre of the maze, where he saw a body lying there, as clear and bright as the day. Laying there, broken and unmoving, blood pooling around him like a puddle after the rain. He wanted to look away but an invisible force prevented him from turning his head. It was probably the same invisible force that put his foot one before the other, moving his body towards the inanimate person who was most likely dead. Dread filled him like ice water on a winter day. His eyes widened in shock when he saw who was lying on the ground, his breath shallow and blood flowing freely from the wound. This cannot be happening.
Seungri woke with a start, reaching out to make sure that Jiyong was still lying next to him. But all he felt was cold, empty sheets. He shot up, wondering where his over would be. Turning around, only to see Jiyong on the other side of the bed. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and snuggled deeper into the covers, holding Jiyong just a little bit tighter. The vampire was asleep, dead to the world. Something that was a normal occurrence when the sun rises. The older vampire, or the more powerful you are, the earlier you rise. And if the vampire fed on virgin blood, he too, will also awake earlier. Seungri wasn’t exactly sure when Jiyong would wake up, but he was in no rush. He wanted to watch Jiyong as he slept, the insecurities he had about their relationship the night before slipped away from his pale face. With his blonde hair and light skin, he really did look like a fallen angel. He was simply too beautiful not to be one. What wouldn’t he give to protect him? Despite his lack of supernatural abilities, he still wanted to do everything he could to keep Jiyong with him. What wouldn’t anyone give to protect the one they love? The dream felt too real to be just a nightmare. Maybe he should tell someone about it, so that they could do something to ensure the safety of his lover. The image of Jiyong lying there, all bloody and unmoving was imprinted in his mind. There was no way he could erase it now.
He held Jiyong closer, burying his face in the vampire’s chest, breathing in his scent. He was never going to let him go. No matter what. Even if it killed him. Who cares if he was being selfish? He sure as hell didn’t.
-
A loud clanging sound woke Seungri up for the second time in a day. Groaning inwardly, he’ll never get used to waking up like this. Looking out the window, he saw that the sun had already gone down, leaving the sky dark and cool. It seemed like a peaceful evening but what was the loud noises coming from? He quickly got out of bed to investigate the commotion.
The moment he left his room, Seungri’s nose was assaulted with heavy smoke, like something was burnt. Which meant that Seunghyun was here. But the question was, why? And if Seunghyun was here, that meant that Daesung was here as well. But why? As he walked towards the origins of the noise, he realised that it wasn’t cigarette smoke that he was inhaling. Something was seriously burning. What were they trying to do? Leave him homeless? Was this some kind of plan to get him to shift to that castle they were staying in?
“Hello Seungri.” Daesung greeted him from the kitchen, black smoke rising from the oven that Jiyong had recently installed. Seungri wasn’t sure what for, since he barely cooked.
“He wanted to try baking, but he couldn’t do it at home.” Seunghyun’s voice interrupted hist rain of though.
“Why not?”
“Bom.” The both of them spoke in unison. It was all the explanation Seungri needed. One would never attempt to cook in her kitchen without her hovering around you, afraid that you might set her precious kitchen on fire. Which was precisely what Daesung was doing at the moment. Letting out a resonated sigh, Seungri went to wash up before going into the warzone to helo Daesung. Two heads were better than one right?
Whoever said that two heads were better than one should have been kicked in the balls a thousand times over. After three failed attempts of baking a cake, Daesung decided that it would have been better to bake cookies instead- cookies that could be used as weapons. Seungri finally knew why Bom was the only one allowed in the kitchen.
Daesung tried to put up a brave front but Seungri knew, that deep down. He was a little disappointed. He sat wordlessly on the couch as Seunghyun wrapped his arms around Daesung, in a attempt to make to make his mate feel a little better.
Seungri felt a pang of jealousy deep in his gut. Where the hell was Jiyong? It was unlike the vampire to leave him alone like that. As if noticing the sullen mood, Daesung gave Seungri one of his famous megawatt smiles. “Let’s just order junk food and pig out and some stupid comedy where we laugh until our stomach hurts!”
It sounded like a brilliant idea, so Seungri offered to call for take out while Daesung went to the 24-hour shop nearby to get some movies. It was a simple suggestion but it made Seungri happy nonetheless. It was not often that he had the privilege to do this before he met Jiyong. He was too poor to even feed himself, let alone order take out. But even though Jiyong wasn’t here, he was spending time with people he genuinely liked. People weren’t wrong when they said that it was the simple that mattered.
The food arrived shortly after Daesung returned. Seungri wanted to pay for it but Seunghyun beat him to it, taking out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and paying the delivery boy with more money than he could count, telling the boy to keep the change. The delivery boy couldn’t believe his luck, thanking the three of them profusely before leaving.
“Show off,” Daesung muttered under his breath as he set the table. Being a eternity long member of the living dead, Seunghyun heard him loud and clear. Leaning towards his mate, he whispered something into his ear, causing Daesung to blush furiously. This was one of the times Seungri was thankful that he didn’t have a vampire’s sense of hearing. He didn’t want to know the reason for Daesung’s scarlet face. So he sat down quietly, watching the movie that Daesung bought for them and feeling contented, occasionally wishing that Jiyong was here. Seungri wasn’t sure if it was during the second or third movie when the sun was high in the sky and he finally fell asleep.
-
You know the moment where you’re not exactly sure if you’re awake or in dreamland? Yeah, that was where Seungri was right now. He knew that he shouldn’t have let Seunghyun watch Inception, now he was mind fucked. He was pretty sure that he was about to go back to sleep when he overheard someone that sounded like Chaerin.
“You can’t ice cream, you know that we can’t leave the brat alone. Jiyong’s orders!” He could almost hear Dara pouting.
“But he’s asleep! And the store’s just downstairs!”
Jiyong’s orders? What the hell was that about? Seungri was most definitely awake now that his mind went into overdrive. Why was Chaerin and Dara here in the first place? Come to think of it, it was weird having Daesung and Seunghyun in his home all of a sudden. What’s next? Taeyang and Bom coming over to redecorate?
“Fine!” Chaerin interrupted Seungri’s thoughts. “Just ice cream. We can’t be gone for too long.
Dara squealed and did something that made one of them moan, something that Seungri was not interested in finding out.
He listened intently, hoping that they’ll leave soon so that he can have peace and quiet to think. Which the click of his door, they were out of his house and once again, he was alone. Being alone did him no good though, he was seething inside. Who the fuck did Jiyong think he was? Sending people to watch over him like that? He had to get out. His own home suddenly felt like a prison and he couldn’t stand staying there a minute longer. It felt like the walls were closing in on him, suffocating him. Seungri quickly got changed and left, je just didn’t want to be home anymore.
-
He had no idea where the bus was taking him. It was not as if he card anyway. All he wanted was to get away. All he wanted to do was get away. Who the hell did Jiyong think he was? Sending people to protecting him as if he was a fragile antique vase? It was absurd! How old did Jiyong think he was? Two? Okay, maybe compared to his ripe old age of almost two hundred years, we was two. But still, it made no sense that Jiyong did something this stupid despite their fight a couple of days ago. Seungri let out an angry huff. The nerve of that albino vampire.
Watching the scenery pass by, Seungri tried his best to calm down. Maybe Jiyong had his reason. Especially since that crazy female vampire attacked him the other day. Hot, but absolutely insane. But that’s beside the point. What was the point anyway? Oh yeah, being mad a Jiyong for being such an overprotective pain in the ass. But was Seungri being too harsh? Maybe he should forgive Jiyong just this once. Talk it out with him in an incredibly reasonably manner and he would probably come to his senses. One of them had to be an adult and Seungri felt that he fitting the role of the logical partner better. Jiyong was like a two hundred year old child. So he decided that he would get off the bus and catch another one in the opposite direction.
Reaching out to press the bell, he waited for the bus to come to a halt at the next available bus stop. But the bus kept going on, as it passed one stop after another, after another. Seungri kept pressing the bell, trying to alert the driver that he missed a stop, or three. Looking around for someone to help him, it was then he realised that the bus was empty. He was the only one on board.
Panic and bile started to rise up his throat. How could he be so stupid? Coming out of the house unattended and so emotional that he was unaware of what was going on around him. This was exactly what Jiyong was afraid of. He was so dead if Jiyong found out. He had to escape and he had to do it fast. And the only was out was through the glass windows. Seungri was prepared to throw himself out the bus through the transparent barrier when the bus came to a stop, in the middle of nowhere. He visibly gulped, this throat going dry from fear. Despite that, he gathered up his courage and walked towards the driver’s seat, searching for the button hat opened the automated door. Unsurprisingly, the diver was nowhere to be seen.
Walking out into the dark when the door finally opened, Seungri straightened in a feeble attempt to look more intimidating instead of looking like fresh meat. He was pretty sure that he smelled like one. He walked down the man made road hoping that it’ll lead him to somewhere where there were humans and electricity around. As he walked on, a familiar smell invaded his senses and sent child down his spine, causing the hair on the back of this neck to stand on attention. Blood.
His instincts told him to run, but his feet wouldn’t move. He was so dead. Why did he leave the apartment in the first place? Why did he have to be the childish one and leave in a fit of anger?
“So you’re the virgin that the insect is so interested in.” Holy hell, where did the voice come from? It sounded like it came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “You’re perfect.”
The vampire smiled and Seungri saw his gleaming white fangs tainted with blood before everything went black.
And he haven’t even told Jiyong how much he loved him yet.
He ventured deeper into the garden, as if he was looking for something important. But what was he looking for? Suddenly feeling the sense of urgency, the need to find that missing link that seemed to pop out of nowhere. And then grass seemed to grow a little taller, trees seemed to merge together to form a wall. One tree after another, after another, after another. It felt slightly claustrophobic, the way everything closed in on him. If there wasn’t a way out then the only way was in. As he tried finding his way around, he remembered something about mazes - keep going left. If one direction led him to the centre, the other would most definitely lead him out. If this was a maze to begin with.
The chirping birds seemed to have quietened down, the light drizzle became heavier and heavier until fat droplets of rain slapped him in the face. Soon, it became a heavy downpour, the rain beating down on him and blurring his vision. He had no choice but to use his hands to feel around for things to guide him around, finally trailing against the leafy walls of the maze that came out the air. The downpour stopped all of a sudden and his vision cleared, must have been a passing shower even though the dark clouds continued to loom overhead. He tried to wring his hands dry from touching all the foliage earlier to guide him but he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Blood. The sight of it made his skin grow cold, his fingers clammy and palms sweaty, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to get out of here soon, something was really wrong with this place.
Left, he kept telling himself to go left. And he was right, it was not ling before he reached the centre of the maze, where he saw a body lying there, as clear and bright as the day. Laying there, broken and unmoving, blood pooling around him like a puddle after the rain. He wanted to look away but an invisible force prevented him from turning his head. It was probably the same invisible force that put his foot one before the other, moving his body towards the inanimate person who was most likely dead. Dread filled him like ice water on a winter day. His eyes widened in shock when he saw who was lying on the ground, his breath shallow and blood flowing freely from the wound. This cannot be happening.
Seungri woke with a start, reaching out to make sure that Jiyong was still lying next to him. But all he felt was cold, empty sheets. He shot up, wondering where his over would be. Turning around, only to see Jiyong on the other side of the bed. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and snuggled deeper into the covers, holding Jiyong just a little bit tighter. The vampire was asleep, dead to the world. Something that was a normal occurrence when the sun rises. The older vampire, or the more powerful you are, the earlier you rise. And if the vampire fed on virgin blood, he too, will also awake earlier. Seungri wasn’t exactly sure when Jiyong would wake up, but he was in no rush. He wanted to watch Jiyong as he slept, the insecurities he had about their relationship the night before slipped away from his pale face. With his blonde hair and light skin, he really did look like a fallen angel. He was simply too beautiful not to be one. What wouldn’t he give to protect him? Despite his lack of supernatural abilities, he still wanted to do everything he could to keep Jiyong with him. What wouldn’t anyone give to protect the one they love? The dream felt too real to be just a nightmare. Maybe he should tell someone about it, so that they could do something to ensure the safety of his lover. The image of Jiyong lying there, all bloody and unmoving was imprinted in his mind. There was no way he could erase it now.
He held Jiyong closer, burying his face in the vampire’s chest, breathing in his scent. He was never going to let him go. No matter what. Even if it killed him. Who cares if he was being selfish? He sure as hell didn’t.
-
A loud clanging sound woke Seungri up for the second time in a day. Groaning inwardly, he’ll never get used to waking up like this. Looking out the window, he saw that the sun had already gone down, leaving the sky dark and cool. It seemed like a peaceful evening but what was the loud noises coming from? He quickly got out of bed to investigate the commotion.
The moment he left his room, Seungri’s nose was assaulted with heavy smoke, like something was burnt. Which meant that Seunghyun was here. But the question was, why? And if Seunghyun was here, that meant that Daesung was here as well. But why? As he walked towards the origins of the noise, he realised that it wasn’t cigarette smoke that he was inhaling. Something was seriously burning. What were they trying to do? Leave him homeless? Was this some kind of plan to get him to shift to that castle they were staying in?
“Hello Seungri.” Daesung greeted him from the kitchen, black smoke rising from the oven that Jiyong had recently installed. Seungri wasn’t sure what for, since he barely cooked.
“He wanted to try baking, but he couldn’t do it at home.” Seunghyun’s voice interrupted hist rain of though.
“Why not?”
“Bom.” The both of them spoke in unison. It was all the explanation Seungri needed. One would never attempt to cook in her kitchen without her hovering around you, afraid that you might set her precious kitchen on fire. Which was precisely what Daesung was doing at the moment. Letting out a resonated sigh, Seungri went to wash up before going into the warzone to helo Daesung. Two heads were better than one right?
Whoever said that two heads were better than one should have been kicked in the balls a thousand times over. After three failed attempts of baking a cake, Daesung decided that it would have been better to bake cookies instead- cookies that could be used as weapons. Seungri finally knew why Bom was the only one allowed in the kitchen.
Daesung tried to put up a brave front but Seungri knew, that deep down. He was a little disappointed. He sat wordlessly on the couch as Seunghyun wrapped his arms around Daesung, in a attempt to make to make his mate feel a little better.
Seungri felt a pang of jealousy deep in his gut. Where the hell was Jiyong? It was unlike the vampire to leave him alone like that. As if noticing the sullen mood, Daesung gave Seungri one of his famous megawatt smiles. “Let’s just order junk food and pig out and some stupid comedy where we laugh until our stomach hurts!”
It sounded like a brilliant idea, so Seungri offered to call for take out while Daesung went to the 24-hour shop nearby to get some movies. It was a simple suggestion but it made Seungri happy nonetheless. It was not often that he had the privilege to do this before he met Jiyong. He was too poor to even feed himself, let alone order take out. But even though Jiyong wasn’t here, he was spending time with people he genuinely liked. People weren’t wrong when they said that it was the simple that mattered.
The food arrived shortly after Daesung returned. Seungri wanted to pay for it but Seunghyun beat him to it, taking out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and paying the delivery boy with more money than he could count, telling the boy to keep the change. The delivery boy couldn’t believe his luck, thanking the three of them profusely before leaving.
“Show off,” Daesung muttered under his breath as he set the table. Being a eternity long member of the living dead, Seunghyun heard him loud and clear. Leaning towards his mate, he whispered something into his ear, causing Daesung to blush furiously. This was one of the times Seungri was thankful that he didn’t have a vampire’s sense of hearing. He didn’t want to know the reason for Daesung’s scarlet face. So he sat down quietly, watching the movie that Daesung bought for them and feeling contented, occasionally wishing that Jiyong was here. Seungri wasn’t sure if it was during the second or third movie when the sun was high in the sky and he finally fell asleep.
-
You know the moment where you’re not exactly sure if you’re awake or in dreamland? Yeah, that was where Seungri was right now. He knew that he shouldn’t have let Seunghyun watch Inception, now he was mind fucked. He was pretty sure that he was about to go back to sleep when he overheard someone that sounded like Chaerin.
“You can’t ice cream, you know that we can’t leave the brat alone. Jiyong’s orders!” He could almost hear Dara pouting.
“But he’s asleep! And the store’s just downstairs!”
Jiyong’s orders? What the hell was that about? Seungri was most definitely awake now that his mind went into overdrive. Why was Chaerin and Dara here in the first place? Come to think of it, it was weird having Daesung and Seunghyun in his home all of a sudden. What’s next? Taeyang and Bom coming over to redecorate?
“Fine!” Chaerin interrupted Seungri’s thoughts. “Just ice cream. We can’t be gone for too long.
Dara squealed and did something that made one of them moan, something that Seungri was not interested in finding out.
He listened intently, hoping that they’ll leave soon so that he can have peace and quiet to think. Which the click of his door, they were out of his house and once again, he was alone. Being alone did him no good though, he was seething inside. Who the fuck did Jiyong think he was? Sending people to watch over him like that? He had to get out. His own home suddenly felt like a prison and he couldn’t stand staying there a minute longer. It felt like the walls were closing in on him, suffocating him. Seungri quickly got changed and left, je just didn’t want to be home anymore.
-
He had no idea where the bus was taking him. It was not as if he card anyway. All he wanted was to get away. All he wanted to do was get away. Who the hell did Jiyong think he was? Sending people to protecting him as if he was a fragile antique vase? It was absurd! How old did Jiyong think he was? Two? Okay, maybe compared to his ripe old age of almost two hundred years, we was two. But still, it made no sense that Jiyong did something this stupid despite their fight a couple of days ago. Seungri let out an angry huff. The nerve of that albino vampire.
Watching the scenery pass by, Seungri tried his best to calm down. Maybe Jiyong had his reason. Especially since that crazy female vampire attacked him the other day. Hot, but absolutely insane. But that’s beside the point. What was the point anyway? Oh yeah, being mad a Jiyong for being such an overprotective pain in the ass. But was Seungri being too harsh? Maybe he should forgive Jiyong just this once. Talk it out with him in an incredibly reasonably manner and he would probably come to his senses. One of them had to be an adult and Seungri felt that he fitting the role of the logical partner better. Jiyong was like a two hundred year old child. So he decided that he would get off the bus and catch another one in the opposite direction.
Reaching out to press the bell, he waited for the bus to come to a halt at the next available bus stop. But the bus kept going on, as it passed one stop after another, after another. Seungri kept pressing the bell, trying to alert the driver that he missed a stop, or three. Looking around for someone to help him, it was then he realised that the bus was empty. He was the only one on board.
Panic and bile started to rise up his throat. How could he be so stupid? Coming out of the house unattended and so emotional that he was unaware of what was going on around him. This was exactly what Jiyong was afraid of. He was so dead if Jiyong found out. He had to escape and he had to do it fast. And the only was out was through the glass windows. Seungri was prepared to throw himself out the bus through the transparent barrier when the bus came to a stop, in the middle of nowhere. He visibly gulped, this throat going dry from fear. Despite that, he gathered up his courage and walked towards the driver’s seat, searching for the button hat opened the automated door. Unsurprisingly, the diver was nowhere to be seen.
Walking out into the dark when the door finally opened, Seungri straightened in a feeble attempt to look more intimidating instead of looking like fresh meat. He was pretty sure that he smelled like one. He walked down the man made road hoping that it’ll lead him to somewhere where there were humans and electricity around. As he walked on, a familiar smell invaded his senses and sent child down his spine, causing the hair on the back of this neck to stand on attention. Blood.
His instincts told him to run, but his feet wouldn’t move. He was so dead. Why did he leave the apartment in the first place? Why did he have to be the childish one and leave in a fit of anger?
“So you’re the virgin that the insect is so interested in.” Holy hell, where did the voice come from? It sounded like it came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “You’re perfect.”
The vampire smiled and Seungri saw his gleaming white fangs tainted with blood before everything went black.
And he haven’t even told Jiyong how much he loved him yet.